Kate Educates Jacob #19
Satisfying Love
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I became used to seeking Kate’s hand when she didn’t look for mine. Her persistence in this throughout previous days was habit forming for me. I was sure my girlfriend was training me, carving out a better, more attentive man without bullying, forcing, or applying coercion. Her leadership of our relationship felt natural and right; I loved it and loved her.
After lunch, Kate invited me into every clothing boutique changing room while trying on garments. She genuinely wanted and valued my opinion. She wasn’t a ‘does my bum look big in this’ kind of woman, which was a refreshing change.
By late afternoon, I knew her favourite colour was green. She preferred four-inch heels, wore a size six shoe and was a US four dress size, which was an eight in the UK.
She felt my knowing her UK clothing sizes was important because, as she kept saying to me, we must visit your home country soon.
“I’m not sure I can remember all of this.”
“Shall I tell you your sizes, Jacob?”
“You can’t possibly know them.”
“Ideally you would tailor down to a thirty four and a quarter inseam but you’ll settle for thirty four. That’s also your waist size, by the way.”
“What is?”
“Thirty four inch waist. You have a forty eight inch chest through lots of working out, which means it’s difficult to find exactly the right shirts and fitted jackets. You take a size ten and a half in shoes here, which is a UK ten. Your underwear size is large, because, well… we both know why, right?”
She smiled knowingly at me, glancing down at my groin.
“How do you know all of this, Kate?”
“Because I love you and it’s important. I also know you’re a Capricorn and that blue is your favourite colour.”
“How could you know my favourite colour?”
“When given a choice of drinking straws you choose blue, in French knickers it's the same, socks too and that’s the dominant colour in your wardrobe.”
We strolled along a sidewalk and Kate suddenly slipped away from my hand, beckoning me inside a bespoke lingerie store where she wandered along aisles of an otherwise empty purveyor of fine lace. I took a seat and read an article about female led relationships online using my phone.
“Are you shopping for your boyfriend?”
The shop assistant who approached Kate was a pretty woman around our age. My girlfriend seemed amused but guarded by her question.
“What makes you think that?”
“Sorry, but I noticed your boyfriend’s phone screen and the FLR article he’s reading. I’m in a relationship with a man who enjoys my dominance. Then I figured you stayed away from the thongs, which would be uncomfortable for him, and he looked at the French styles for longer than guys usually do, then you looked too, so I kinda put two and two together, and-.”
“You would be right on all counts. Do you see that Jacob? We girls notice things you don’t.”
“If you want to take him into the changing rooms and have your boyfriend try a few pairs on, please feel free.”
I almost fell off the chair, realising the shop assistant’s vantage point over my phone, and that I was being indiscreet. Kate took it in her stride and they chatted about the lingerie styles and colours that might suit me best.
“I find these don’t chafe my boyfriend’s thighs and he tells me that they feel comfortable on.”
She handed Kate briefs that were like mine but with a lace pattern that I liked.
“I’m not doing it for reasons of feminization.”
“But you dominate him, right? Because he loves it.”
“That’s very true.”
“Look, I see all sorts of people in here and never judge. If asked, I’d say you want him in lace because he’s got a fucking banging bod, looks great in anything tight fitting, and you love the feel of the fabric against his ass when you dig in with those gorgeous painted nails.”
“Do you like my nails?”
“Fucking gorgeous. What varnish do you use?”
“O.P.I.”
Kate inspected her nails, smiled at the store assistant, then at me.
“I think your boyfriend will look great in French knickers.”
“You would be right about that, too.”
“It’s my job to know.”
After ten minutes browsing and with half a dozen pairs in hand, Kate led me to the changing rooms where we enjoyed half an hour trying on my new underwear. When we had made our choices, and Kate selected the same underwear in her size, she returned to the shop assistant.
“I think that’s cute.”
We hailed an Uber to get us home quickly and manage the shopping load.
“I’m exhausted.”
Kate looked tired and I was too, having to haul several bags of designer clothes and shoes around town, then upstairs and into her apartment.
“Stack everything in the dressing room darling, we can sort it later. I’ll make us coffee.”
“You must have bought half the town. Not sure why you need so much.”
I felt a little grouchy, while hauling the bags so far and for such a long time, and it just slipped out. Kate rounded on me with an expression of disappointment.
“This is what I warned you about and probably why I shouldn’t have treated you to that wank in the restaurant. Don’t spoil a perfect day, Jacob. It’s all been mostly for your benefit, anyway.”
She scowled at me, wagging a finger, and I felt the dejection of having acted rashly.
“Remember what I taught you about courting me and being attentive, it’s all to help you in the long term.”
I paused for thought, looked at Kate and felt disappointed by my slip up.
“I’m sorry, that won’t happen again.”
Her face brightened instantly, and she held her arms wide open for my apologetic hug.
“No problem, we can deal with it at our morning briefing tomorrow. It’s been a great day and there’s no need to dwell on something so trivial right now. Get our clothes into the dressing room and make sure nothing creases.”
I knew I’d be spanked for the transgression, hoping it wouldn’t be a flaying but, I’d be lying if I didn’t admit that part of me relished the thought of it too.
After coffee, we coiled lovingly on her leather sofa, having moved the back rest on its swing hinges to create a wide bed. We watched ‘Confessions of a Shopaholic’ which I found ironic.
“When are we going home to Granger’s Hall?”
“Home, Jacob?”
“Well, sorry, I mea-”
“No, no, no. You meant home is at Granger Hall, with me, in my childhood bedroom, right? Be brave now, boyfriend.”
She giggled and hoisted herself onto me, straddling my lap while grinding down onto my hard cock.
“Yes, I did, because you made it feel like my home.”
“Good boy. Tomorrow afternoon is best. Sunday is a lovely day in the countryside, and mom is preparing a dinner evening for everyone. Tiffany will be there, Claire too, so we can catch up and see what progress everyone has made.”
“And the GD campus. When do you want to be there?”
“All week, and I’ll need you with me constantly. I’m feeling tired, and that won’t be much fun for those at the office. No fun for me either, or you, for that matter.”
Kate smiled and sipped her wine, shrugging.
“Sorry!”
“I feel like a spare part at your workplace.”
“Thats not on me, your advice and insights are valuable. Just look at what you achieved with one visit to the R&D department? You catch the things that other people miss. You also hear things people say at meetings that I missed. I don’t think you realise that we’re a great team.”
“You’re the boss.”
“Every football team has a captain, right?”
“Well yes, I suppose so.”
She studied my body language, then stared me in the eye.
“My being the boss at work and home doesn’t devalue you or your contribution. I shall be annoyed if you think less of yourself, and I’m sure you never want to lie across Beauty again, do you?”
“Getting my mindset straight takes a little getting used to because you’re always one step ahead of everyone and I’m not sure how much help I’m giving.”
“We’re soul mates, team mates and winners together, Jacob. If you feel insecure, I want to talk about it. Don’t hold it in and don’t put yourself down, because I never shall.”
“I get that sweetheart, thanks for the pep talk and I’ll support you any way possible.”
I thought for a moment while sipping my wine. I felt attentive towards my girlfriend and wanted to help, so I slipped Kate’s shoes off and gently massaged her toes.
“My feet are killing me. We walked for miles, and you did it in heels. Yours must be worse than mine.”
“I’d do anything for you, Jacob. I want you to be happy, and I think you like me in heels.”
“Yes, I do, but I definitely won’t be trying those out.”
“You don’t know what you’re missing.”
“I’ve enjoyed today in every way, Kate.”
“No matter the situation, there must be something in it for you, me and us. Get some rest now because we’re not done yet.”
We dozed off in each other’s arms on the sofa with a throw blanket to keep us warm. I woke three hours later, in the early evening, and held Kate close for a few minutes, enjoying the rhythmic movement of her chest while she purred lightly.
I slid off the sofa without disturbing her to admire my girlfriend’s resting beauty and because I couldn’t sleep. Kate always wore minimal make-up understating her beauty and, in a deep slumber she looked peaceful and happy.
I showered, lingering under the rainfall torrent, scrubbing every inch of my body. It felt great to remove the city grime and bathe my cock and balls that Kate had teased so exquisitely a few hours earlier. I’d felt aroused all day and was totally engaged in her as she’d planned. The steam bathed me and I leaned against a glass wall, meditating.
When I opened my eyes, Kate peered lovingly from the other side of the glass, completely naked. I smiled back at her and traced a love heart on the steamy glass.
“Do you mind if I join you, Jacob?”
“Always, darling.”
She stepped into the wet room, released her seductive pony tail, and shook her long hair loose. Kate handed me a natural sponge and bar of verbena scented soap. It was obvious what I should do.
I started at Kate’s neck, working my way down her slender, perfect body, lathering the sponge before washing her back, breasts and legs, allowing the suds to drain quickly off her body under the powerful deluge of a rain shower.
While caressing her torso with a sponge in one hand, and circling her breasts carefully, I descended to my knees until almost level with her freshly waxed pussy before rising again to clean her torso. I held the sponge in my mouth and gently tweaked both nipples between thumb and forefinger. When they were hard, I suckled on her, biting down gently before returning to her cleansing, washing her back.
When her allure became too intense, I pulled Kate into me letting the water bathe our entwined bodies.
I lathered the sponge again and compressed its porous mass into her butt crack, lingering around Kate’s anus, pressing gently to purge and clean her. I rinsed the sponge with fresh water, lathered it again, then rinsed and repeated to be certain it was clean, before washing her pussy.
Kate spread her legs wide open and pressed her palms against the glass partition, encouraging me to care for her hygiene completely. I pressed my fingers through the sponge, exploring her swollen labia, making sure I cleaned all the folds of skin around her pussy. She gasped when I circled my finger around her clitoris, applying enough pressure to lift its protective hood and wash the treasured pearl beneath.
I descended her silky smooth legs and soaped her feet, squeezing and massaging each toe to her delight. She shuddered and let out a series of gentle moans. I knew Kate was aroused and tested how much by trailing a finger nail, tickling from her heel to her backside until she buckled and I held her upright.
“That’s not fair, Jacob.”
“I wanted to surprise you. It’s been such a nice day. Consider this my gift.”
“I might book us a private spa day soon.”
I pulled her closer, wrapping an arm around Kate’s waist. My free hand slid downwards gripping a firm ass cheek. I moved a finger into her bum crack and pushed downwards until I arrived at her tight, puckered anal whorl. I pressed in a little around the entrance to her taboo hole, hoping for permission. Kate relaxed, allowing me access, but I knew inside she was dry.
I fumbled with the soap, pushing it aside, unwilling to stop sucking on her nipples. I coated my index finger with saliva and reached around to her anus again, rubbing it across the firm, tight spangled ridges, meeting with less resistance this time.
Kate gasped when I gently eased my finger up to its first knuckle inside her, then she stooped down and pulled me off her breast, kissing me hard. Her sphincter clenched tightly, gripping my finger, ensuring I could not withdraw it easily.
I stopped pushing and moved my left hand to rub Kate’s clitoris, starting above it and squeezing downwards, passing over her protective hood until the engorged pebble inside hardened. She gasped, and I knew Kate was excited when her fingernails sunk deep into my shoulders.
I played with her clitoris, dragging it gently back and forth under light pressure, enjoying the shuddering of her midriff leaning onto me. My efforts were enough to lubricate inside Kate’s pussy, but not so much that she would orgasm too early. I withdrew her natural lubricant on two fingers and used it to bathe her clitoris, keeping the rain shower on her back.
When I felt her shudder, and rise up on her toes towards a climax, I inserted an index finger inside her pussy, exploring the tight soft tissue tunnel leading to her cervix. She was warm, wet and tight inside, and her muscles squeezed my digit when I pushed.
I introduced a second finger into her pussy hole, before pushing all three digits deeper into their respective holes, massaging the walls of soft tissue inside my mistress.
I fingered Kate gently, and she slumped, unable to maintain an upright stance, leaning her full weight over me.
“A little deeper inside my back passage please, Jacob, and then gently hook your finger back towards my pussy.”
I extended my finger deeper into her rectal passage and in the direction she instructed.
“There’s a soft wall I can feel.”
“You’re massaging the entrance of my uterus through my ass, and it’s another first for me, darling.”
Kate moaned and gently bucked with pleasure while I felt all powerful, controlling her pleasure.
“Try pushing your left finger deeper into my pussy and hook that forward, too.”
I nudged deeper inside Kate’s tight pussy hole, extended my finger, gently probing and hooking forwards until I felt a layer of tissue that was slightly raised and a little rougher than the surrounding area. I rubbed the roughness gently and Kate buckled violently, gasping with pleasure.
“Argh… Fucking hell, Jacob… Umm… I can’t take it. I’m losing control. Seriously, you must stop, babe.”
I removed my finger from Kate’s back passage, hoping relief in one hole might allow me to continue exploring the other. She regained some composure, but my finger hovered over what I was pretty sure was her G Spot.
“If you go there again, Jacob, I may fall down. I’m going wild just thinking about you finger-banging me.”
“I’ve got you Kate, don’t worry, I won’t let you fall.”
I bound my free arm more securely around my girlfriend’s waist while the other supported an index finger buried deeply inside her pussy, poised over the raised tissue that affected her so much. Kate could let go as much as she wanted because I held on tight to give her that confidence.
“I really want to do this for you, Kate.”
I hovered above my target, waiting for permission. I desperately wanted to see how wild Kate could be. She stared into my face lovingly and nodded, confirming her consent with a wide grin.
“Please be gentle, I think I’m going to ejaculate hard.”
Her rough tissue swelled and hardened against my finger friction. The walls of her pussy crushed my digit and Kate’s abdomen tensed when her knees gave way. My head supported her torso, pressing against an incredibly solid six pack, perhaps even more ripped than mine.
“Argh… Make a ‘come here’ motion with your finger, Jacob.”
I did and she yelled, so I knew an orgasm was close.
I gently beckoned with my finger inside her pussy, rubbing the precious tissues and nerve cluster directly beneath her clitoris. I leaned in, resting my brow on her six-pack, and used my tongue to flick her pearl. It was uncomfortable for me but a small price to pay for her satisfaction. While I stimulated Kate’s clitoris from outside and inside, it felt as though I had just ignited the space shuttle and was hanging on for the ride.
“Argh! Rub harder… lick me, fuck, oh god… argh! Faster Jacob.”
Kate screamed, completely lost in wave after wave of a massive orgasm. I kept my finger pressed on her swollen G Spot, gently dragging it from side to side, increasing the pressure to elicit louder screams.
This is fucking great.
I flicked at the edges of her bumpy g-spot patch inside, isolating it from the surrounding tissues, teasing her orgasm out for as long as it could reach. My tongue slipped away from her clit, no longer able to follow it, as Kate thrashed around wildly.
“Argh, argh! Please, Jacob… please do me.”
I didn’t know what she wanted, so I kept going while her body convulsed violently as Kate totally lost control.
Her orgasm crashed against me in waves, each one bigger than the preceding one. It became a physical struggle to support Kate while she whipped around in every direction, riding the climactic crescendo that I provided her almost endlessly. I stiffened every fibre of every muscle in my body, anchoring myself to the ground, stabilising her violence. I was exhausted, and she was almost satisfied.
I felt her juices squirt in streams, splashing off my hand before dribbling down her thighs while I tried to lick, suck and swallow. A milky white liquid seeped from her pussy. I knew instantly that it was her precious ejaculate, and I licked it, devouring gratefully while she shuddered downwards and back to reality.
Her cum tasted sweet, almost like a heavenly nectar.
When her body eventually softened, I knew Kate’s climax had passed, and I removed my finger carefully.
“Are you okay?”
She held a finger to my lips and shook her head weakly, almost begging for silence between us. I cradled Kate in my arms like a baby, under the rain shower, allowing its warmth to relax and rinse off her orgasm.
When the water ran tepid, I shut off the shower, and Kate looked relaxed, her expression was serene, almost proud, but she wasn’t talkative. I reached for a bath towel and wrapped her in it. She helped fasten it at the front.
“Can you help me to our bed, please?”
I dried Kate completely and carried her to bed, gently laying my girlfriend down and drawing the quilt over both of us. She hauled herself into me, wrapped her legs in mine, and held me close.
“When I recover, I’d like you to make love to me. I desperately want your seed inside my womb.”
“With pleasure, my love.”
I felt overwhelming desire for Kate. It wasn’t a desperate feeling of wanting sex, because I knew I could wait. This feeling was far more profound.
Shopping had taught me the benefits of patience and obedience. The reward was Kate, and that was more than enough. Her lunchtime relief ensured that I’d been taken care of. I wanted more but felt proud that I could wait until she was ready.
“It’s been a long day, and I’m so proud of you.”
“I feel great, but can’t explain why. Today has taught me so much about myself, about you and us.”
“That’s what I wanted. I hoped my boyfriend-training would pay off, and it already is. It was the green blouse that confirmed it and your progress, trying to be honest about my clothes and shopping habits while on the edge of an orgasm and with a server close enough to see us.”
She giggled.
“Was it a test?”
“Everything is a test of your love and commitment, darling. If I’m not worth that, then neither are you.”
“Am I?”
“Oh, yeah.”
She gently nodded off in my arms, and I followed her soon after.
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Exquisite Kate, just exquisite. I’m lost for words. I loved this chapter.